We crossed over
into the hinterlands,
burned trails
to unnamed
watering holes,
those dingy places,
where we
lifted our hands
backwards,
tilted our heads upwards
to the gods
& drank copiously.
There was no law,
only disorder, but
nobody ever got in our way,
so we continued with impunity
to play wildly.
In altered states,
we mated
with unknown devils
who ****** us dry,
left us crying as
broken down dogs,
barking at the moon
& swearing oaths,
promises of silence,
what happens
south of the border,
stayed south of the border.
And it did.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
We crossed over
into the hinterlands,
burned trails
to unnamed
watering holes,
those dingy places,
where we
lifted our hands
backwards,
tilted our heads upwards
to the gods
& drank copiously.
There was no law,
only disorder, but
nobody ever got in our way,
so we continued with impunity
to play wildly.
In altered states,
we mated
with unknown devils
who ****** us dry,
left us crying as
broken down dogs,
barking at the moon
& swearing oaths,
promises of silence,
what happens
south of the border,
stayed south of the border.
And it did.
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